I
There were seventeen policies in all and they aggregated an even million dollars. It thrilled Butler Murray to note his own name neatly typed upon the outside of each. Those papers possessed a remarkable fascination for him, not only because they meant the settlement of his debt to Muriel, but because his life, instead of being the wholly useless thing he had come to regard it, was really, by virtue of those doc.u.ments, a valuable a.s.set upon which he could realize at once.
One million dollars was a great deal of money, even to Butler Murray, and yet it was so easy! Why, it was even easier to make that amount than it had been to spend it! Although the former process might not prove so amusing, it at least offered a degree of interest wholly lacking in the latter.
When DeVoe entered, Murray greeted him warmly. "I"m glad I caught you, Henry. They told me you"ve been out West somewhere."
"Yes, I"m promoting, you know--mines!" DeVoe flung off his fur coat and settled into an easy-chair.
"Getting along all right?"
"No. My friends either know too little about mines or too much about me.
I"ve a good proposition, though, and if I could ever get started, I"d clean up a million."
"It"s not so hard to make a million dollars."
"How the deuce do you know? You"ve never had to try. By the way, why are you living here at the club? Where is Mrs. Murray?"
"She is at the farm with the children. We have--separated."
"_No!_ Jove! I"m sorry. What does it mean--the road to Reno?"
"I hardly think she will divorce me, on account of the publicity; although she ought to."
"Woman sc.r.a.pe, I suppose."
"No, nothing like that. I"ve spent all her money."
DeVoe opened his eyes in amazement. "Oh, see here now, you couldn"t spend it _all_! Why, she had even more than you!"
"It"s all gone--hers and mine."
"Good _Lord_!"
"Yes. I was always extravagant, but I"ve been speculating lately. I thought I"d get a sensation either way the market went, but I was disappointed. I dare say I have exhausted my capabilities for excitement. It"s a long story, and I won"t bore you with it, but, to be exact, all I have left is the town house and the farm and the place in Virginia. There isn"t enough income, however, to keep any one of them going."
"Well, well! You _have_ been stepping along. Why, it"s inconceivable!"
DeVoe stirred uneasily in his chair. The calm indifference of this broad-shouldered, immaculate fellow amazed him. He could not tell whether it was genuine or a.s.sumed, and in either event he was sorry he had come, for he did not like to hear tales of misfortune. Butler Murray, the millionaire, was a good man to know, but--
"I sent for you because I need--"
"See here, Butler," the younger man broke in, abruptly, "you know I can"t lend. I"m borrowing myself. In fact, I was going to make a touch on you."
"Oh, I don"t want your money; I want your help. I think, perhaps, I"m ent.i.tled to it, eh?"
Henry flushed a trifle. "You"re welcome to that at all times, of course, and if I had a bank-roll, I"d split it with you, but I just can"t seem to get started."
"Suppose you had twenty-five thousand dollars, cash; would that help?"
"Help! Great Heavens! I could swing this deal; it would put me on my feet."
"I"m ready to pay you that amount for a few weeks of your time."
"Take a year of it, two years. Take my life"s blood. Twenty-five thousand! You needn"t tell me any more; just name the job and I"ll take my chances of being caught. But--I say, you just told me you were broke."
"I received about fifty thousand dollars from the sale of the yacht, and I invested the money. I want you to help me realize on that investment."
Murray tossed the packet of papers he had been examining into DeVoe"s lap.
After scrutinizing them an instant, the latter looked up with a crooked, startled stare.
"Are you joking? Why, these are your insurance policies!"
"Exactly! There are seventeen of them, and they foot up one million dollars--the limit in every company. They begin to expire in March, and I don"t intend to renew them. In fact, I couldn"t if I wanted to."
The two men regarded each other silently for a moment, then the younger paled.
"Are you--crazy?" he gasped.
"The doctors didn"t think so, and that is the heaviest life insurance carried by any man in America, with a few exceptions. Do you think they would have pa.s.sed me if I"d been wrong up here?" He tapped his forehead.
"I intend that you shall receive twenty-five thousand dollars of that money; the rest will go to Muriel."
DeVoe continued to stare alternately at the policies and his friend; then cleared his throat nervously.
"Let"s talk plainly."
"By all means. You will need to know the truth, but you are the only one outside of myself who will. For some time I have felt the certainty that I am going to die."
"Nonsense! You are an ox."
"The more I"ve thought about it the more certain I"ve become, until now there isn"t the slightest doubt in my mind. I took my last dollar and bought that insurance. Do you understand? I"m considered rich, therefore they allowed me to take out a million dollars."
"Sui--G.o.d Almighty, man!" DeVoe"s sagging jaw snapped shut with a click.
"Let me finish; then you can decide whether I"m sane or crazy, and whether you want that twenty-five thousand dollars enough to help me. To begin with, I"ll grant you that I"m young--only forty--healthy and strong. But I"m broke, Henry. I don"t believe you realize what that means to a chap who has had two fortunes handed to him and has squandered both. I"m really twice forty years of age, perhaps three times, for I have lived faster than most men. I have been everywhere, I have seen everything, I have done everything--except manual labor, and of course I don"t know how to do that--I have had every sensation. I"m sated and old, and sometimes I"m a bit tired. I have no enthusiasm left, and I"m bankrupt. To make matters worse I have a wife who knows the truth and two lovely children who do not. Those kids believe I"m a hero and the greatest man in all the universe; in their eyes I"m a sort of demiG.o.d, but in a few years they"ll learn that I have been a waster and thrown away not only my own fortune, but the million that belonged to them. That will be tough for all of us. Muriel knows how deeply I"ve wronged her, but she is too much a thoroughbred to make it public.
Nevertheless, she detests me, and I detest myself; she may decide to divorce me. At any rate, I have wrecked whatever home life I used to have, for I"ll never be able to support her, even if I sell the three places. I"ll be known as a failure; I"ll be ridiculed by the world. On the other hand, if I should die before next March she would be rich again." Murray"s eyes rested upon the package of policies. "Perhaps time would soften her memory of me. The youngsters would have what they"re ent.i.tled to, and they would always think of me as a grand, good, handsome parent who was taken off in his prime." He smiled whimsically at this. "That is worth something to a fellow, isn"t it? I don"t want them to be disillusioned, Henry; I don"t want to endure their pity and toleration. I don"t want to be in their way and hear them say, "Hush!
Here comes poor old father!" Do you understand?"
"To a certain extent. Then you really intend--to kill yourself?" DeVoe glanced about the cozy room as if to a.s.sure himself that he was not dreaming.
"Decidedly not. That insurance wouldn"t be payable if--it was suicide. I intend to die from natural causes--before the first of March."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Very little; keep me company, answer questions about my illness, perhaps; attend to a few things after I"m gone. You might even have to prove that I didn"t take my own life. Do you agree?"